apparently, an angelic apparition appeared
bedraggled beauty befuddling and beguiling Beau
crafty cadaverous creature credibly crème de la crème
deceptively decent, deferential, deliberately delicate
effortless easing efficacious etiquette and eloquence
fancied phantom fascinating fawns and fey in fairyland
We found a way to mesh bordering on perfectly sequential
A widening variation of discovery; in a world I thought inconsequential
This investment is based solely on our long-term potential
In culmination of what matters to me; seen within your vast deferential
Maybe there really is something more than amicably existential?
Affection for you is essential,
Leaving nothing inferential,
Focused the quintessential,
Affection rain-like torrential,
Compounding is exponential,
Prized past preferential,
Affection so reverential
For a perfect week, and hoping all poets, shared the same.
It was fun winning honorable mention in
the Musk poetry game.
The day before, was a POTD, and though a novice,
Team Poetry made me feel special.
Bless each and every poet,who took time to
comment,….. so warm and deferential!
No medical problems do I have, nor my family either.
I don’t do poetry all day, I enjoy watching movies,
just to take a breather!
My grandson made the Junior baseball varsity team.
With a high scholastic average, he really has a
smile that just beams!
And so, thank you God, for these awesome
people and your gifts, unending,
Protect all poets here tonight, as a brand
new week is pending.
2/5/2023
The prophets of God
need no credentials
to prove to someone
that God spoke to them
When their words come to pass,
that is proof positive enough
When their prophetic song ends at last,
they will have called every wicked bluff
Their only credentials
are in the words that they speak
They're not deferential
to any wicked ruler's ungodly decree
They only obey God,
not the capricious dictates of man
They only do what God says,
following He who sits at His right hand
They need no credentials,
they've vouchsafed by a higher authority
But you better have yours,
if you want to enter into the land of eternity
Deferential, I
Eternity await
Submit to your grace
In my patient state.
None but God can judge;
None have his pure gaze.
Write me not your wish.
Tempt me not with praise.
Timeless as the heavens
ternity is now
Mindful of this lesson
Grace will show me how
She, like dark
liquid alabaster
on a busy street
moves like music
deferential, sweet
She, like spring water
pushed dust before her
gatherers warm hair
on her marble shoulder
All who watch her, pass
stop, look awhile,
greet alabaster girl
She dances, laughs
needs never glance
in shop glass
Alabaster girl
free, beauty abundant
please smile for me
Bright and polite
kids. Deferential
squirrels. Leaders of
leaders. Each man
his own man
living with his mate.
The great and the small,
all, the state.
On the other hand,
you find yourself
no hawk
but stuck
in traffic. Lack of
spirit, spiritual identity,
not free or free
philosophically about
no freedom. Caught
no sign
of letting go.
One. Bo-Peep's
sure Woody
is her man, an answer
to the question why
be a toy? Buzz too
would do.
Two. The men at least
have missions
leading other toys
through risky situations
sprinkler weather
or just play,
cleaning schedule.
So it goes
not homosexual
not hetero.
Not defined
by circumstance
or genetic material.
Gone beyond
the creator
to an infinity
that contains
him and us and our
collective minds.
Question is
can it exist
without us?
Would it matter?
Yes, if
that damn squirrel
gets run over.
Resplendent in her deferential grace;
Her countenance now wears the strains of time.
I’m hungry to receive her soft embrace.
She fills me with her warmth - comfort sublime.
Her welcome hearth brings solace to my mind.
A child, I was all dirty knees and grime.
Sweet laughter, songs, and merriment combined.
My heart has ached to breathe her rich perfumes;
reminding me of youth I left behind.
Dark echoes now within the lifeless rooms
where shadows dance like ghosts across the floor
and sparkled memories are bathed in gloom.
Now standing at the threshold of her door,
I slowly turn for one last look in case
I never look into these halls once more.
I’m stricken by the life I can’t replace.
Resplendent in her deferential grace.
Night may decry its emptiness
within the hours of darkest expectation
when the hope of dawning
is remote.
My messenger is shy, for she appears
above/below my consciousness
though there are times that I perceive
faint brushing by, her kiss
without a reason why.
There as the refuge of the day
draws light upon itself
I hear the waking of the infant message
on the threshold, nothing less for me
than angel's song--
questions rest with ease,
and infant poetry is born.
Then here am I,
fair shorn of wisdom, deferential
to the powers that lie within,
prone to hollow breath that rises
as a sudden storm to strike
at equanimity, and purify the air.
The painters do quite well
to give my muses wings,
for though invisible
they fly above, not through
hell's ostentatious cones,
that I have fashioned
like some bumbling god,
ex nihilo.
~
Contemplative, taciturn
Willing to commit
An immutable zeal to learn
Endowed with acerbic wit
Endless potential
But having few outlets, to express it
Seemingly aloof or deferential
Unintentionally causing pain
Coming off inconsequential
An indelible stain
Easily misunderstood
Without composure refrained
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